I crave the taste of skinny
But my appetite betrays me
Taste buds wanting more
Grabbing my fat I failed
Again always typical of me
I could never be what I want
Arms with hanging skin
If only they could be muscle
Then perhaps I wouldn\'t care
If my thighs were thinner
Not jiggling when I run
I\'m my own worst critic
I know I need to eat healthier
Going back to school
I\'ll see all the girls in crop tops
Skinny jeans and short shorts
And all I know
Is that I\'ll never be pretty like that